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Lotte observed her visitor. He was large black man, with grey hair, balding noticeably at the front. He had a cheerful expression on his face, and his big belly pushed against his shirt.
“And how old are you, girl?” he asked, moving a little closer to her and looking around at the nicely-furnished sitting-room.
“Eighteen,” said Lotte, smiling shyly.
“Yes, Billy told me. Well, I am a little bit older than you.” He laughed, now very near Lotte, almost touching. “I am one of Billy’s oldest friends. Sixty-years old, in fact.”
He laughed again and reached out to touch Lotte’s blonde hair, then trailing his finger along her nose, playfully putting the finger in one of her nostrils, making her step back in surprise.
“Come here, girl,” said. “Be a good girl, like Billy told you.”
Blushing deeply, Lotte did as she was told, remembering what had happened the previous week. A middle-aged black man, who she later learnt was called Billy, had called around to repair the radiator in this very room.
Before doing so, however, he had put his huge black willy into her mouth and down her throat, making her gag and dribble, giving her a spirting drink and an orgasmic occurrence. As the huge willy had been forced down her throat she had orgasmed twice, intensely, even though she had remained a technical virgin.
It had been her first sexual experience, and her anus now tingled with excitement at that memory, although Billy had not touched either it or her vagina, which had an intact hymen.
The man, one of Billy’s friends, was now gently pushing his finger into one of her nostrils. “Just hold still, girl,” he as saying. “I like to play some games first, to get me standing. Be a good girl.”
When Billy had left, after repairing the radiator, he had told Lotte that he would call around at any time he needed his willy sucked by her. He had said, also, that he would send his friends around , as well, and that she had to be a good girl for them.
This new man, this friend of Billy’s, now put his finger against Lotte’s lips, stroking.
It was Friday evening, and Lotte had just returned from work. She had taken off her coat, and heard the doorbell ring.
On the doorstep had been this big black man, who had said he was a friend of Billy’s. Lotte had immediately asked him in and led him into her sitting-room.
Now, he was pushing two fingers into her mouth. Immediately, her vagina gushed. Her knickers became totally soaked, and she blushed as deeply as she ever had in her entire life.
“Be a good girl and take all my fingers,” he said, his voice very gruff now, and his Nigerian accent stronger. “You be a good girl or you will get a smack.”
She opened her mouth as wide as she could, and he stuffed all his fingers in, making her gag and draw back; but he grabbed the back of her head, forcefully, pulling her strongly forward. “You be good or you get a smack.”
Her eyes were watering and she was dribbling madly, and making urgent a****l-like noises of distress, which made her deeply ashamed.
“You sound like a cow, girl,” he said, light now bouncing off the sweat on the deeply black skin of his forehead.
Lotte was sweating even more than he was. Her hair was damp and her armpits were soaking. She hoped she was not smelling. She was even more ashamed. He put is thumb in her mouth, along with his four fingers, and tried to force his entire hand in. She gagged fiercely, making a very loud cow-like noise and pulling back, surprising the man and escaping his forced entry, stepping back towards the radiator.
“Bad girl,” the old black man said, his face scowling. “Come back here, you bad girl. Come right to me.”
Lotte did as she was told, returning to the man, and standing close to him. He stepped back and gave her a heavy slap across her face. She staggered, and started to weep,.
“I’m sorry,” she said. “I am so sorry.” She was sweating even more than before and hoped that he would not notice her body odour. She was completely distraught; but her vagina suddenly gushed again and her anus spasmed.
She closed her eyes and opened her mouth, wide and wider, praying that she would not let herself down this time.
The black man pushing two finger in, then another two, and then his thumb. She gagged and dribbled, but forced herself to accept the intrusion, using every ounce of her self-control.
“Oh, good girl,” said the man, rewarding her with a stroke on the cheek. “Very good girl. I can see you are really trying now and that’s what I want.”
He pushed in a little more and Lotte made a spectacular cow-like noise, dribbling phenomenally.
“Good girl. Good cow. You are my good cow.”
Lotte orgasmed, even more deeply than when Billy had pushed his willy down her throat. She let all her feelings flow, and the huge noise she made was exactly like a cow.
Lotte observed her visitor. He was large black man, with grey hair, balding noticeably at the front. He had a cheerful expression on his face, and his big belly pushed against his shirt.
“And how old are you, girl?” he asked, moving a little closer to her and looking around at the nicely-furnished sitting-room.
“Eighteen,” said Lotte, smiling shyly.
“Yes, Billy told me. Well, I am a little bit older than you.” He laughed, now very near Lotte, almost touching. “I am one of Billy’s oldest friends. Sixty-years old, in fact.”
He laughed again and reached out to touch Lotte’s blonde hair, then trailing his finger along her nose, playfully putting the finger in one of her nostrils, making her step back in surprise.
“Come here, girl,” said. “Be a good girl, like Billy told you.”
Blushing deeply, Lotte did as she was told, remembering what had happened the previous week. A middle-aged black man, who she later learnt was called Billy, had called around to repair the radiator in this very room.
Before doing so, however, he had put his huge black willy into her mouth and down her throat, making her gag and dribble, giving her a spirting drink and an orgasmic occurrence. As the huge willy had been forced down her throat she had orgasmed twice, intensely, even though she had remained a technical virgin.
It had been her first sexual experience, and her anus now tingled with excitement at that memory, although Billy had not touched either it or her vagina, which had an intact hymen.
The man, one of Billy’s friends, was now gently pushing his finger into one of her nostrils. “Just hold still, girl,” he as saying. “I like to play some games first, to get me standing. Be a good girl.”
When Billy had left, after repairing the radiator, he had told Lotte that he would call around at any time he needed his willy sucked by her. He had said, also, that he would send his friends around , as well, and that she had to be a good girl for them.
This new man, this friend of Billy’s, now put his finger against Lotte’s lips, stroking.
It was Friday evening, and Lotte had just returned from work. She had taken off her coat, and heard the doorbell ring.
On the doorstep had been this big black man, who had said he was a friend of Billy’s. Lotte had immediately asked him in and led him into her sitting-room.
Now, he was pushing two fingers into her mouth. Immediately, her vagina gushed. Her knickers became totally soaked, and she blushed as deeply as she ever had in her entire life.
“Be a good girl and take all my fingers,” he said, his voice very gruff now, and his Nigerian accent stronger. “You be a good girl or you will get a smack.”
She opened her mouth as wide as she could, and he stuffed all his fingers in, making her gag and draw back; but he grabbed the back of her head, forcefully, pulling her strongly forward. “You be good or you get a smack.”
Her eyes were watering and she was dribbling madly, and making urgent a****l-like noises of distress, which made her deeply ashamed.
“You sound like a cow, girl,” he said, light now bouncing off the sweat on the deeply black skin of his forehead.
Lotte was sweating even more than he was. Her hair was damp and her armpits were soaking. She hoped she was not smelling. She was even more ashamed. He put is thumb in her mouth, along with his four fingers, and tried to force his entire hand in. She gagged fiercely, making a very loud cow-like noise and pulling back, surprising the man and escaping his forced entry, stepping back towards the radiator.
“Bad girl,” the old black man said, his face scowling. “Come back here, you bad girl. Come right to me.”
Lotte did as she was told, returning to the man, and standing close to him. He stepped back and gave her a heavy slap across her face. She staggered, and started to weep,.
“I’m sorry,” she said. “I am so sorry.” She was sweating even more than before and hoped that he would not notice her body odour. She was completely distraught; but her vagina suddenly gushed again and her anus spasmed.
She closed her eyes and opened her mouth, wide and wider, praying that she would not let herself down this time.
The black man pushing two finger in, then another two, and then his thumb. She gagged and dribbled, but forced herself to accept the intrusion, using every ounce of her self-control.
“Oh, good girl,” said the man, rewarding her with a stroke on the cheek. “Very good girl. I can see you are really trying now and that’s what I want.”
He pushed in a little more and Lotte made a spectacular cow-like noise, dribbling phenomenally.
“Good girl. Good cow. You are my good cow.”
Lotte orgasmed, even more deeply than when Billy had pushed his willy down her throat. She let all her feelings flow, and the huge noise she made was exactly like a cow.
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